But when I joined the Army, I was called everything but Junior. On a good day, I was called by my last name: McMillin, and in 1962, I got pegged with the name Zereaux as I was directing the unloading of our ASA vehicles off a C-130 at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky during an untimely hard rain.
Our Lieutenant yelled 'Come On Zero" for me to jump in the truck. I did as instructed and landed on his lap. The name stuck.
It started out being 'Zero,' but being from Louisiana, a buddy, Gary Gallatin from Dallas, suggested I call myself 'Ze-roe.' So I revised the spelling to accommodate my desire to be, let's just say, different.
I even designed my 'mark' for it: